Fighting on our knees

It deafens

the war of chaos in the mind

As one suffers silent.

Few can hear when a bleeding soul cries

with eyes that follow near

spilling out the ache of wanting

what is certain

Why does the mind rage wild

knowing all along

the truth?

And don't we just wish the deciding of right would take it all away?

Capture fear and take it all away?

But One knows how we grow mighty

in the field of battle.

In the war of men

we stand not tall with bending

as we fight for peace 

on our knees